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Chapter 4: What a day

I sat along one of the hallways, not too far from the room, sobbing hysterically.

I didn't want to be here.

I just wanted to go home, even if home was hell too.

As I sobbed, I noticed two pairs of feet in front of me. I looked up to find Lucy and Susan, staring sympathetically down at me.

"Hey, are you alright?" Lucy asked as she got down onto her knees in front of me and placed a re-assuring hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I'll be fine" I sniffed and replied as I wiped my tear-stained cheek.

Susan got down on her knees too and placed her hand over mine, which was resting on my knees as I sat in a curled-up crouched position.

"I know. Our brother can be a real nuisance at times. But really, once you get to know him, he's not that bad."

At this point, I couldn't contain a snort. Susan glared at me and I shrugged. I'm sure she must have found the snort very "unlady-like", her being a queen and all. But, what did she expect? That was really funny in my books. Because according to me, Edmund and 'not that bad' could never go in the same sentence.

"I'm serious. He's just…still recovering from the whole Jadis incident." She murmured, looking sorrowfully at Lucy, who returned the same expression.

"But…it's been 8 years, hasn't it? That's a pretty long time." I commented.

I was confused. He was only a kid at that time. A silly 10-year-old boy. It was normal for him to be tempted by the witch. Especially when she offered him power and…what did Susan say again, oh yes…Turkish Delight. Even I would not pass an opportunity at "a room stuffed with Turkish delight". I loved it. And ultimately, he did join the good side and fight against that lion…god-creature…Aslan. And Aslan did forgive him. So why did he still have to be so touchy about that subject. Hasn't he ever heard of letting go of the past? Then again…who was I to talk when I couldn't do the same thing. Oh. Now I get where he was coming from. Sometimes, the past could be hard to forget.

I was disrupted from my thoughts when I felt someone shaking my shoulders.

"Ella? Ella! Hey, are you okay? You just…spaced out on us." Lucy said in a worried tone.

"Huh? Ya…ya I'm fine." I quickly replied.

"Anyway…like I was saying, Edmund still feels really guilty about how he turned against us. We've tried to make him forget it, but sometimes Peter brings it up whenever Ed gets rebellious or difficult. Still…we hate to see him still upset over what happened. I mean, he's happy most of the time, but we can still see that glint of hurt in his eyes, which he tries to cover with a mask of fake joy. He really is a poor thing." Susan sighed as she shook her head.

Oh. Well that definitely changes things. Maybe Edmund did have an excuse for being so sour all the time. But still…he didn't have to physically harass me like that.

"Ella? Are you sure you're ok? You keep blanking out!" Lucy exclaimed with a small laugh.

"Yes yes. I'm fine. Really. Just…thinking. That's all. I guess I can understand why Edmund is that way. But still, he didn't have to shove me up a wall. My arms still hurt." I winced as I rubbed the now very red areas on my arms.

"Yes. You're absolutely right. He had no right to treat you that way, and then not call you a lady but a foolish bimbo."

"HE CALLED ME A WHAT?" I shrieked.

Call me foolish, fine. Call me not a lady, fine. But bimbo? No…that was too far.

"Calm down Ella! You didn't hear him? Probably since you were sobbing on the floor. I thought that's why you ran out. Well, if you didn't hear him insult you like that, what made you react that way so suddenly?" she questioned.

"Oh, well, I heard him say something like me not being a lady in the first place. That just really pis…annoyed me. From where I was from, people would call me weird and not a normal human being and all. So…when I heard him say that, something just snapped in me." I whispered, looking down to the floor ashamed.

It was a pretty weird reason, but they didn't know what all I went through. If they did, they would understand.

As if reading my mind, Lucy spoke.

"That's a perfectly good reason to yell at him like that. Sometimes that boy just needs a good ear-full!"

I grinned at her talking about her brother like that.

She was supporting me.

Nobody ever supported me or stood up for me.

Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all.

"Come on, I saw Peter and Edmund leave the room. Which mean you can go back in now." Susan said as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders and helped me to stand up.

Susan and Lucy walked on either side of me as we headed down the hallway to the room I had just run out from.

Entering it, I slowly looked around again and couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur and class of the room.

"You will be staying here as long as you're in Narnia. This is a guest bedroom, and it's just down the hall from our chambers. So if you ever need us, we'll be right there, to the right down the hall. Come on, we can't let you stay in those…clothes of yours. They're still a bit damp." Susan said as she gave me a look-over. I could tell she was confused as to what exactly I was wearing. I didn't blame her. I doubt many people from the 1940's heard of jeans and hoodies.

Lucy and Susan headed over to the huge wardrobe. I smiled at remembering what Susan had told me, about them entering Narnia through a wardrobe.

Susan looked through a few gowns before picking out a white sleeping wear. It was a two-piece, as were most of the night gowns. It had a corset-type of long-sleeved tank top and a long, velvet skirt until the ankles. It was a bright white and had some elegant design on the corset of small purple flowers. Overall, it was gorgeous.

"This should do. Come on, out of the damp clothes. Lucy, help her" Susan instructed in a motherly way.

Lucy waltzed over to me and was about to lift up my hoodie when I immediately stepped away. They were going to change me? Wow. People from the 1940's were not too shy about seeing each other bare at all. Then again, it was not like my generation was any more conservative. Still, I blushed at the thought of anyone seeing me nude, even if it were just girls. Also, there were some things I was not comfortable with on my body. Some things I never wanted anyone to see.

"I-It's alright. I can change myself." I stuttered.

"Nonsense! Come on. We're all ladies here. There's nothing to be ashamed of!" Susan innocently answered.

Oh yes. I had many things to be ashamed of.

"Really. It's fine. I'm just not comfortable with anyone seeing me…bare. I can change myself. Don't worry." I tried to smile, but I knew she could make out the discomfort in my tone.

Eyeing me suspiciously, she finally just shrugged and placed the night gown on the bed.

"Fine. If you insist. Bathroom is that way." She said as she pointed to a door behind me with a golden knob.

"Lucy will come in tomorrow to wake you for breakfast. We all eat breakfast together here every morning. So, I hope you can join us. Right, well, goodnight!" she smiled before walking out.

Lucy wished me goodnight too before hugging me and leaving.

I walked over to the bed and picked up the delicate night-gown. Entering the huge, marble bathroom, I un-dressed and climbed into the white oval bathtub, soaking away all the tension and nerves.

After spending about an hour in the tub thinking about the day's events, I noticed my fingers looked like prunes and got out quickly.

Changing into the incredibly silky night down, I climbed into the huge, very comfortable bed and tucked myself under the velvet, warm sheets.

What a day, I thought as I drifted into unconsciousness.

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